Lyrics:
a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (masquerade!)
I'm on first so this ain't a rap verse it's more like a voodoo curse
So when you die
ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway!
I've been doin' this more than you!
Niggas ain't got the answers for me
You shoulda went
too much
Mama tellin' me that's its not a big deal
Don't live that lifestyle no more
Rap about it cause I know how it feel
Okay, uh, back at it-it, go
of the sky like a bomb comes some little punk in a rocket
Now all of a sudden some strange things are happening to me
I had friends
I had lots of friends
Now
punk
Hope ya ready for the kick-off
This rap shit I'm gettin' rich off
I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack
Now I want a gold plaque,
the law,
I'm makin' more money than I ever saw
But still, my nines what I'm alive by
I'm never slippin' to be a victim of a drive-by
But it's still kind
their self-importance
Any of that shit
So I said fuck off
Still I swore
I'd find my own scene
I wanted that more than anything
Found a group that seemed
the South
But I can't blame no artist
I blame corporate America for the downfall of rap
If Hip Hop should die before I'm great (Yea)
I'ma do more than just
the South
But I can't blame no artist
I blame corporate America for the downfall of rap
If Hip Hop should die before I'm great (Yea)
I'ma do more than just
the south
But I can't blame no artist
I blame corporate America for the downfall of rap
If Hip Hop should die before I'm great (Yea)
I'ma do more than just
of the palette, all sanguine and cool
The music mostly jazz, the jazz mostly old
Punctured by some punk and some old smoky soul
An atlas on the trunk from
a seat
Cause by now I think it's hard to think (shit)
By now I'm tryna get some pink
Hold up, lemme roll up to fill my tank
Was on "e" from the alcohol
So
on the floor
Niggas wanna get more
But everybody wanna step on the door
You better scream no
Then you better just roll everybody
In town really knows
How I Flow
a nigga more for me bitch
but today I'm with Three 6 and I'm showin love
where these Tennessee hoe suck dick till they see blood
wearin my black
the Lench Mob)
"You don't work, you can't eat"
Eiht is stepping from the city down under
And I'm robbing more punk fools blind like Stevie Wonder
One time but no more, won't sleep until the mornin'
Somebody need to take the trash out and I'ma do the chores
Softer than a cactus, put it on like
a S Class and a X3
Lord man I need some more
Ain't no lengths I wouldn't go for my dream
I'm ready to go down for the cause
Bro's too on he gonna live by his
gangsta
It’s more to it
Punks is stupid
And I quote
Get shit done daily
What it stand for
And you outta do
So I do
And the only thing I’m waiving
Is my
Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
Wreck League, check, protect ya neck
Stop the presses, I stress the second guesses
Punks jump up, we ain't stressin
Just aggressive by fear to beat
enough, I'm good enough, I'm good enough uh
Eyes closed mind running
They're holes in my stomach
Terrible I'm done with
My soul feels quite sunken
Left by
But Top Dogs camp ain't nothin' to fuck with
And don't say we didn't warn ya
I got this Detroit thang with more love that California
Drunk DJ
I look ahead, and what do I see?
Some punk rock punker waiting to punch me.
Lacking common sense, emanating heat,
scarred by razors yet I
'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
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